Potholes. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

With great hopes there a road formed
The people rejoiced in such happiness
With great expectation it blacktopped
A convenient journey they enjoyed.

Then came the rainy season, heavy downpour
After a spell of days road was in potholes
Days after those became ponds in sizes
The Bus traffic closed, Light vehicles objected.

Then came the summer, the heavy drought
The road was full of dust, difficulty to walk
The people objected, the road got closed
Now the people are happiest, they can walk.
Where it became faulty, the people don't know.